Fatigue

Fatigue

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You wished you knew how to say it, as though that feeling came in a form of a word and once you say it, that feeling is released and the suffering is over.

And then you realised its not possible, you don't have enough of that intelligence capacity to form it into a word and that feeling builds up and up and up.

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I have no idea on what to write for "Tracks".

I wished I could.

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The satisfaction of expresesion; I haven't had that satisfaction, yet.

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Sometimes you look into the mirror and you touch yourself in distaste and disgust.

You press your nose and hold it, hoping it would be sharper when you release it.

And it doesn't and you are shot right back into the harsh reality that you're who you are.

Something you don't want but have.

Money to nip/tuck.